Central Presbyterian Church,
Russellville, Arkansas
Sunday,
Oct. 5, 2008
Philippians 1:19-30
Ever since he was a small child, my
nephew Jonathan has had a fascination with flying and
airplanes.
He would beg his father to take
him to any air show that was in the area, especially
if it featured the Blue Angels or the Thunderbirds.
He saved up to take
flying lessons when he passed his 18th
birthday.
Then he decided he had
to be a Navy fighter pilot,
When my nephew turned
15, I was living in Alamogordo, NM. I took
him on a trip with me by car from Portland,
Oregon, down to Mew Mexico. We visited
Holloman Air Force Base just outside of
Alamogordo.
Today Jonathan David
Park holds the rank of Major in the United
States Air Force. He has flown missions over
Afghanistan and also in the first Gulf War.
And Jon and his wife
Jen have a 4 year-old son Micah. What do you
suppose he loves to play with? Toy
airplanes.
"You
have to have a passion," Peter Howard, a British
Olympic Bobsled Gold Medalist in the 1950's said to
me when I was a high school student. At the time I
was not too sure where my life was headed.
But finally Paul is able to believe that "even
this will turn out for my salvation,
in nothing shall I be ashamed, so that
Christ will be magnified in my body."
NEB ch. 1:20, "the greatness of Christ
will shine out clearly in my person, whether
through my life or through my death."
John Haspels is a Presbyterian
minister I met 25 years ago in my Kansas
days. Before going to Ethiopia with his wife
Gwen and their daughter Heather, the Haspels
served as missionaries in the Sudan, a land
torn by civil war and armed rebel uprisings.
Along with some other Christians, John was
captured and taken hostage. After a few days
being held in a hot tin hut John Haspels and
his companions determined through prayer
they should try to escape when their captors
were asleep. In prayer they committed their
wives and children to God’s care, for to be
caught would surely mean immediate death.
Before the day was up, John was caught and
led back to the encampment at gunpoint.
Fortunately within hours they were all
rescued by friendly Sudanese government
forces.
John Haspels like Paul has a passion in control
of his life: to live or to die for his Lord Jesus
Christ.
Having been born in Ethiopia, John and
his wife Gwen plan to be missionaries among
the Surma natives for the rest of their
working lives.
I have spent some personal quality
time with my nephew during his training
years as a military pilot. I know that
Jonathan also has a great love and
controlling passion which is stronger than
his love of flying or his love of country.
You see, he is a born-again Christian.
We look from a distance at these young
men and women who defend the freedom of our
skies and put their lives on the line every
time they take off from the runway...
When you or I can arrive there, "at
that juncture of our spiritual pilgrimage,"
suggests one commentator, "we will then be
able to live with joyful, self-giving
abandon, welcoming every bit of life, and
without fear of death."
Paul lays out the criteria by which we measure our
passion for Jesus Christ or any of our human passions.
First of all, the cross must be at the very
center.
It means embracing suffering,
self-denial and sacrifice.
The root word in Latin for passion is
"
passio,"
and it does indeed mean suffering, enduring
hardship.
And yet he knew his citizenship in
heaven comes first.
The point is: through our passion
we demonstrate on earth how we shall live as
citizens of our heavenly father’s kingdom.
We may sing, "God Bless America, land
that I love," but this must be a secondary
passion judged through the eyes of faith.
The membership of the Philippian
Church was made up of mostly Gentiles.
Philippi was a Greek city where the citizens
were intolerant of Jews. The Christians had
to set an example living out God’s
inclusive love for all peoples, both Jew
and Gentile, both freed people and those in
slavery.
Regardless, Paul says, live
worthily–worthy of the cross,
be full of confidence,
be faithful.
Next, you judge your passion for Jesus by giving
up your privacy.
Paul again: live boldly, without
shame,
Live in the open– be a real witness.
Acknowledge your calling to be servant
to all,
There is nothing private between you
and God about your religion!
Fourthly, you measure your intensity by whether
it gives you joy.
This is a joy that is deeply pervasive
and reflected throughout your being, like
the note of spiritual gladness that seeps
through this letter to the Philippians.
But no joy comes our way comes without
the refinement and testing of suffering.
Paul sees joy pure and simply as a
gift of our heavenly father’s love expressed
through the person of his son.
C. S. Lewis married his wife Joy Davidson, because she could
only remain as a student at Oxford if she married. So CS Lewis, her
professor and years older, offered to marry her. Two years later she
came down with cancer. He stayed by her bedside until she died. He
never remarried. Joy Davidson also was the author of a number of
great Christian books. But "Joy in the Morning," a line from the
psalms, is not about their short tragic marriage, but about how he
found Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior.
For it is when you and I are
passionate about Jesus that we are filled
with joy, perhaps like two young lovers so
filled with the presence of each another.
Rejoice in the Lord always,"Paul
concludes toward the end of this letter.
"Have anxiety about nothing, but give thanks
in everything. And the peace of God which
passes all understanding will keep your
hearts and minds in Christ Jesus" (Phil
4:4-7).
The Apostle insists on looking forward
in anticipation,
He has a vision. We must have a
vision.
The villagers in a small German town
lying among the Alps in Bavaria anticipated
a deadly plague sweeping through Europe into
their village in Oberammergau. Like many
Bavarian communities of the 1630's, they
were a deeply religious community. The
Lutheran and Catholic people prayed
fervently to God to spare their town from
this pestilence that left few survivors.
Miraculously no one in the village died of
the plague. The villagers of Oberammergau
took a sacred vow that they would express
their thanksgiving to their God by putting
on a Passion Play every ten years.